On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, sh — Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
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On the stairs he was crying so much he hardly saw where he was going - not a mad boo-hoo but wailing sheets of tears, shaken into funny groans by the bump of each step as he hurried down.

— Alan Hollinghurst, The Stranger's Child
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